A poem with one voice

In Wang Wei's After the Rain, I live in Wangchuan.

Rain is stored in the forest, smoke comes slowly, and steamed quinoa is used to cook millet.

An egret flies over the quiet swamp, and mango birds sing in the trees in midsummer.

I learned to watch the morning glory in the mountains calmly and eat sunflower seeds with dew under the pine branches.

Why should I scare seagulls, even if I think about it, by giving the honorary position to any clown? .